It's a mess.

Amid the neighing of the war horses and the clouds of smoke and dust, Mahali saw a flash of bright yellow.

Wearing golden armor, the founding king of the Dasheng Dynasty rushed past all the Northern Barbarian cavalry in front of him as if he were a god descending to earth, as if he were in an uninhabited land, with the tip of his spear pointed directly at Mahali's position.

Behind this Sheng Taizu, countless elite cavalrymen of the Sheng army were also desperately trying to catch up with him. However, at this moment that seemed to be frozen, Mahali's field of vision seemed to be filled with his own soldiers, but he felt that his own soldiers were everywhere.

These soldiers cannot save themselves.

Because the bright yellow ray continued to expand, until the sharp tip of the spear pierced his chest in the next moment.

"puff!"

An extremely powerful impact came from the tip of the gun.

Mahali even had the illusion that this gun had more than just the impact of a war horse.

It seems that there is also...the distance of traveling thousands of miles from inside the pass to the outside of the Great Wall, the pent-up anger from the two-month long march, or maybe it is the land of Shenzhou, the humiliation of China being trampled under the feet of foreigners for hundreds of years.

Yanyun, the northern barrier, has been lost for more than four hundred years.

But Sheng Taizu only used one year to recapture it.

Now, Sheng Jun crossed Yanyun and came back to this land that had given birth to countless enemies, but they had never been familiar with it.

At this time, six to seven hundred years had passed since the last Central Plains army expedition to Mobei and severely defeated the enemy here.

This shot seems to be the surging trend condensed by the lament of countless Central Plains people over hundreds of years that "the remaining people are all in tears in the dust".

But this time, the Northern Barbarians' proud blade finally fell to Sheng Jun's more powerful blade!

Mahali's body flew into the air, and then fell suddenly.

The impact of the war horse was still unabated, and the spear dragged Mahali's body across the dead grass on the ground before finally stopping after a few meters.

Zhao Haiping's hands suddenly exerted force, and with the impact of the war horse, Mahali's body was firmly nailed to the ground.

Then, he watched Sheng's army's elite cavalry galloping past him, continuing to pursue the remaining Northern Barbarian cavalry like wind and clouds.

The sun has set in the west, and the setting sun is like blood.

In the chaotic battlefield, Zhao Haiping looked at the setting sun in the distance, and a strange feeling emerged in his heart.

Although the time spans hundreds of years, the culture and inheritance of a nation and a civilization bring distant souls together.

For a moment, I couldn't figure out who I was.

Until a line of system prompts appeared in his field of vision.

[Trial Fantasy: Reckless Heroism]
Chapter completed!